A snowy owl above the haunted waters poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the neverending story prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her the lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creater of the night Deep dark is his Majesty's kingdom A portent of tomorrow's world There shall the liquid give Him power The red-eyed unborn lord Fatal embrace of the bloodred waters The cradle of infinite gloom The spell to master this Earth Carven on an infant's tomb “I will die for
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